Made this chapter longer. Thanks for the people who've already started following it! It's my first fanfic in years.
"How disgusting," I had slapped my record book shut and straightened up. "The bodies have the scent of that demon on them." I spoke to myself, as I had become too accustomed to working alone. So it should be no surprise that I jumped at the "'that demon'?" spoken from behind me. I spun on my heel to face my underling.
"I would prefer to work in silence, Mr. Knox, so if you please." He shrugged in response and continued his work. The childish blond had not only arrived late, but also had brought the news that Sutcliffe was assigned something involving that demon. The situation was only slightly improved due to the absence of said redhead.
"Can't we hurry up?" The blond interrupted my thoughts, stretching. "I have a party to go to, Boss. The secretarial section is havin' a party, and I'm invited." A vein throbbed on my forehead as I massaged my temples, eyes narrowed at him. He ignored my glare and continued on, starting off on a rant on his disdain for overtime. I interrupted his speech, finally elaborating on the cause of the deaths, and the meaning of 'that demon'.
Come to think of it, was that not the first time that someone had listened to my lecture?
That reaper is truly full of surprises.
For example, the time when he had, for reasons I cannot imagine, decided to steal my glasses. Steal them from off my face, while I was fully conscious, mind you. Even worse than that, he was aware that my death scythe was within my reach, and I was fully capable of using it.
I had been at my desk, proofreading my reports. Each detail needed to be recorded, and I wouldn't allow myself to turn in a paper with an error. As a young reaper still in class, I had permitted myself to slip from my standards, and my grades were sub-par in comparison to my expectations. Those thoughts had reminded me of my youngest subordinate, and how I hadn't seen or heard of him all afternoon. Just as the thought had passed, my paper had turned into a seemingly blank white blob on a plane of light brown. I stiffened and quickly tried to press my glasses up, and instead poked my temple. Panicking, I groped around my lap, trying to locate my glasses.
"Glasses, glasses, glasses…" In a bigger panic, I patted my hands over my desk, as I heard a childish chuckle behind me. I would liken it to that of an overgrown child, giggling after playing an idiotic prank. "Knox! Give me back my glasses!" I whipped the chair around, finger thrust out in an accusing point.
"I'm over here, boss." I heard Knox chuckle, and I tried to find him, to no avail. "Woooooow, you're really blind, huh?"
"Just... return my glasses to me immediately!" I held my hand out angrily, awaiting the safe return of my glasses. To my relief, I felt them pressed onto my palm. "Do you not understand the importance of glasses to reapers? Perhaps you deserve a cut to your already low pay!"
"Calm down, boss. I was just playing around. I'm here to turn in my reports."
I angrily snatched the stack of papers from his hands, tapping them on my desk to straighten them.
"You'd better hope that there are no errors, Mr. Knox." I heard him chuckling again as he left my office.
Honestly, the nerve of that reaper.